Video y Letra: Old Time's Sake - Eminem ft. Dr. Dre

Eminem:Good evening. This is your fucking captain speakingWe will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feetThat's 8 million miles in the skyPlease undo your seat belt for take offYou are now free to smoke about the cabin

Dr. Dre:I'm Dre from back in the day fromN.W.A from black and the gray fromChokin up bitch to smacking her face fromStacking up bodies to (racking their kids?) fromRacking up hits to stacking them crates upI'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapewormAnd we was happening and rap entertainmentMe and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none

Em:Speak of the devilIt's the attack of the rain manChainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apronSoon as the blades spun vrun they run away fromWho want to play dungeon no one is safe fromIn search of a brain surgeon the great one(..?)It's urgent I need oneTwo boxes of detergent and a paintgunAnd a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone

Chorus:So one more time for old time's sakeDre drop that beat and scratch that breakNow just blow a little bit of that smoke my wayAnd let's go (we're now smoking with the best, the best)

I said one more time for old time's sakeDre drop that beat and scratch that breakNow just send a little bit of that smoke my wayAnd let's go (we're now smoking with the best, the best)

Em:Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless,A nice environmentSurprised, entirely hypnotized by the soundI surround the hydrants taking lives of firemenSay goodbye, here I am againNaked wives and vicodinBefore I begin to get so high (pussy?) boy I could spin(Vin vin?) Fuck the handle, I fly off the hingeLet the boy off the bench coach and throw it to himThere he goes in his trench coat and them clothes againBaby make us some french toast and show us some skinI'll show you every inch girls of my foreskinShow me nipple (a pinch both?) and throw up a tenNow you know it's a sin to tease blow us againThe sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's himDon't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force withinWhen you wake in the morning next to the (porcelin?)

CHORUS

Dre:Now where there's smoke there's fireWhere there's fire there's flamesWhere there's flames there's chronicEither you high or you ain'tI got no time for no games

Em:Nah-ah he ain't playing,He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brainI'm slightly insane, Vodka and creatineHypnotic and red bull, it's an incredible energy drinkAnd it's giving me wingsI believe I can flyWhile I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSIIt's as easy as pie, and as simple as cakeDre. get on the mic and make them tremble and shake

Dre:Now put your smoke up in the airRaise your hand (?)And if you really want to get fucked up just let me knowWe can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do itLet's get into it, you smoking with the (?) and truestI got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit upYou muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit upNow here we go, let's get up, get down, hold up a bluntI smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one

Cause if at first you don't succeedWon't hurt to smoke some weedNow them words are just a little more personal for meSeeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees

Em:Was luck enough for meFuck yeah, light it up (cheach?)Come on smoke me up cuz,Get me contact buzzGet me on track, they love me when I'm on that stuffBut this is Earth calling Shady man come on back (what)Man we're losing him, he won't even respond back fuck

Now look at all the pretty women in here (Dre: damn bitches)Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperaturesI get the thermometer you get the bandagesNow baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn (?)